Darker Side of Death + Part Three
The safe house looked dark and desolate as Trowa rode up to it on his
stolen motorbike. He stopped several yards away from it and squinted.
There didn't seem to be any lights on inside, no sign of movement at all.
He hopped off the bike gracefully and shrugged on his large backpack before
walking slowly over to the house.
He entered cautiously and instead of calling out for one of the others,
Trowa put a hand on the comforting weight of his gun where it rested in
the holster under his shirt.
He moved stealthily away from the door and froze when he heard a soft
rustling sound coming from the other room. Moving cautiously, Trowa entered
what looked to be the living room and spotted the source of the noise.
Immediately the Latin boy relaxed and a smile played on his lips as he
eyed his blond lover. Quatre was sprawled unceremoniously on the couch
and seemed to be holding a pillow over his face.
"I don't know which one of you that is and I don't care. Go away!"
Came his muffled voice from beneath the pillow.
Trowa smirked and walked over, crouching down beside the other teenager's
body. He reached out and ruffled Quatre's silky blond hair playfully.
One blue-green eye peeked out from behind the pillow. "Trowa? Is
that really you or am I imaging that it's you?"
Trowa raised an eyebrow and didn't dignify that question with an answer.
Instead he began tugging the pillow away from the slender hands that were
clutching it. "I missed you," He said softly and leaned down
for a long, slow kiss.
When they parted, Quatre sat up and stared at his boyfriend sulkily. "Well,
I'm mad at you."
"What have I done now?"
Quatre toyed with a loose thread from the couch. "You left me alone
with those two hardheaded fools. They've been driving me crazy."
Trowa chuckled. "Arguing as usual?"
"Yes and worse. Duo seems to have lost his mind and I'm afraid Heero
is going to start thinking that he shouldn't be a part of the team anymore.
It's just one big mess."
"What happened?" The taller pilot demanded, concern washing
over his features.
Quatre began going over the details of the past couple of weeks quickly.
Starting with Duo's uncharacteristic behavior, to his own short temper
and ending with the conversation he had just had with Heero.
Trowa leaned back on his haunches and mulled the situation over quietly.
His lean face was set in a pensive scowl. "Has anyone spoken to Duo
in detail about what's going on with him? Tried to talk to him without
yelling and sarcasm?" He asked with a raised brow.
The blond pilot dropped his gaze and fiddled with the string from the
couch. "Well... not exactly," He mumbled. When Trowa sighed
and started to stand, Quatre looked up indignantly. "I told you!
I've been having a hard time dealing with all of this stress. I know that
usually I'm level headed and everything, but lately ... lately everything
has just been so weird! I don't even feel like myself anymore. It's like
my own emotions are feeding off of Duo's turmoil and it's making me act
so ... different!" Quatre sank back against the sofa and puffed out
a frustrated sigh.
Trowa sat down beside his lover and began rubbing one slender shoulder
soothingly. "Well, maybe that's just it then."
Quatre's delicate features screwed together in a confused scowl. "What's
just what then?" He asked irritably.
Trowa gazed at him patiently. "Maybe whatever causes you to feel
other people's emotions is what is making you so ... belligerent lately.
Maybe not only are you aware of Duo's distress, but you have come to a
point where it is directly affecting your own thoughts and moods,"
he suggested and tapped Quatre's chest with his long index finger. "Your
... " He let the sentence trail off, not really knowing what to call
Quatre's peculiar sixth sense.
Quatre smiled wearily. "My uchuu no kokoro." After a moment
he opened his mouth to explain the meaning but Trowa cut him off before
he could voice the translation.
"Heart of Universe?" He asked with a puzzled frown. When Quatre
looked at him in surprise, Trowa shrugged. "I told you I used to
travel with mercenaries. They were from places all over earth and
the colonies. I learned many things from them, including bits of Japanese
and other languages."
"When I was still in my father's home, I was afraid to tell him about
my gift so I tried to study it in secret. I did learn that I'm not the
only person with this ability and that it's mostly called 'uchuu no kokoro
' or Space Heart. I don't know why. The smaller boy sighed and looked
at the ceiling. "I never got a chance to learn a lot about it, so
I don't know exactly if what you suggested is true. I guess it could be...
and it would explain a lot, but don't you think it's odd that this has
never happened before?"
"I don't know Quatre. Perhaps it's because Duo's distress is so strong
Quatre nodded. "You know, now I feel bad for snapping at him so much.
We do need to talk to him, it's not good for him to be all alone when
he is feeling like this."
Trowa stood up and stretched in the process, causing his sweater to ride
up a little and show his toned stomach. He studiously ignored Quatre's
coy smirk and pulled the other pilot to his feet. "There is time
for that later, now we talk to Duo."
Quatre gave a long suffering sigh and thought of the three long weeks
that he had slept alone but he quickly got his priorities straight and
thought of his best friend. With a nod he started to lead Trowa to the
basement where he had seen Duo go earlier.
Someone was calling his name in a very distorted sounding voice. It sounded
like someone was playing a recording in slow motion, which basically made
everyone sound like they were verbally retarded.
"... D. . uuu ... oooo. . !"
He wished they would shut the hell up. His head was killing him and he
was in some kind of unpleasant black void. Or was he asleep? Whatever.
Same thing as far as he was concerned. He didn't know why his head felt
like someone had kicked it with a Gundam or why he seemed to be floating
in... nothing, but it seemed to be much more pleasant than confronting
the source of that annoying voice.
"... uuu... OoOOo!"
Great. The idiot was yelling louder now. If he hadn't responded the first
ten times what made them think he would respond now? Nothing was dragging
him out of this void. Nothing. Especially not a damn slow speaking moron.
"Duo!" The suddenly clear, familiar voice shouted and followed
it with a hard smack.
Duo's eyes finally popped open and he stared hazily at the two people
who were hovering over him with equally concerned expressions. As he took
in the fact that the shirt Quatre was wearing belonged to him and the
fact that Trowa had apparently come back from his
mission, everything came flooding back to Duo. Takai, the dream and Solo.
Damn it. The back of Duo's eyelids began to burn in warning and he quickly
blinked away tears. "What's the big idea? Hitting a guy when he's
sleeping?! What kind of stuff is this??" He demanded loudly, trying
to appear 'normal' for his teammates and regretting it as the sound of
his own voice sent pain shooting through his brain.
"We found you down here unconscious." Trowa said, stating the
obvious. He and Heero had a knack for doing that kind of thing.
"Well, n~o freaking shit!" Duo sneered sarcastically and shakily
got to his feet, pushing off Quatre's arm when he tried to help. "You
found me unconscious and decided that the best plan of action was to beat
me awake. How logical."
"Now look Duo -- we were only trying to -- "
Duo cut Quatre off with a wave of his hand. "Trying to help? Well
news flash, kid. No one can help me. No one can help me because I'm way
fucking beyond helping. I'm so far beyond helping that God couldn't
touch this fucking situation. It's a~ll up to me, she said! It's all up
to me or everyone dies! As fucking usual!" Duo shouted at no one
Trowa and Quatre stared at him as if he was a mad man. Well, what the
hell. He probably was. "Duo, I'm not totally clear on what's going
on so maybe you could --"
The Taurus made a last ditch effort to fight, flinging its buster rifles
at the mobile suits that were surrounding it.
"Trowa! Look out!" Quatre screamed and hurled Sandrock into
the mobile doll that was about to blast Trowa's suit. The Gundam moved
jerkily, not responding fast enough to fight off the suits that surrounded
Duo froze as the visions once again flashed through his mind. It seemed
like an eternity before he once again only saw his two concerned friends
and not the grisly prophecy.
No longer having the energy to maintain his hostile attitude, Duo cut
Trowa off with a wave of his hand. "No. None of you can help me so
don't bother trying. I'm... I'm sorry for this, but I can't figure this
out and deal with you all at the same time. Just... leave me alone."
Before his friends could stop him, Duo moved quickly out of the basement
and shakily made his way up the stairs.
Life is kind of funny when you think about it. You start out young and
everything around you could be entirely fucked up but you don't notice
or complain because it's all you ever knew. All you ever knew was fighting,
stealing and sleeping in alleys and abandoned buildings. It's not like
you ever complained though, because living in poverty was all you ever
knew... and you had nothing to compare it too. Nothing to complain about.
Then as usual karma, fate, God... whatever you think controls this shitty
thing called life throws something in the mix that completely shoves you
off balance. That's when the whole pattern starts. You think you have
everything under control and then something comes along to rock your world.
You're living on the streets... but you're not complaining because at
least you're alive. Then your best friend dies. You're living - for once
- in a place that's somewhat comfortable and you have something close
to a family. Then the church burns down. You become a Gundam pilot which
is weird enough... then you adjust to life as a terrorist... but out of
nowhere you find out that there really is a God of Death and she thinks
you can save the world.
Life was funny like that sometimes.
Duo sat on the edge of the windowsill and stared out at the moon. Not
even six hours ago, he had been sitting in the exact same spot, but somehow
it seemed like a lifetime ago. In those six hours so many things had happened
and now he felt like the weight of the world was on his slender shoulders.
The lives of his best and only friends depended on him. Their lives depended
on whether or not he could shoot someone who was the spitting image of
the only mother figure he had ever known.
Earlier that afternoon he hadn't even been thinking about his long dead
best friend, but now the pain of losing Solo yet again was still fresh
in his mind. Now he feared missions because of his visions but at the
same time he was anxious to get it over with so he wouldn't have to sit
and wait for death any longer.
The sense of impending doom overwhelmed him and he couldn't remember a
time when he had felt so confused. Duo thought about Heero and what Takai
had said. It gave him some hope that Heero could possibly feel something
for him but at the same time it frightened him that there was a chance
that he would never find out.
The longhaired pilot nearly jumped out of his skin and he glared at Heero.
"I hate when you sneak up on me," he snapped wearily.
Heero gave a one shouldered shrug and leaned against the doorframe, scrutinizing
Duo from under his bangs. His gaze was intense and for a change Duo could
actually make out emotions swirling in the dark blue depths. However there
were too many for Duo to be able to just pick out one. "We have a
For a moment Duo's heart wrenched painfully in his chest and the world
came to a screeching halt. A mission. Was it the mission?
Heero took a step toward his partner and frowned. "Are you --"
"I'm fine," Duo growled and jumped to his feet, fighting the
waves of nausea that were attacking him. "Let's get this over with."
There was another long pause before the Wing pilot turned on his heel
and marched out of the room like the good little soldier he was. Duo ran
a hand through his bangs and followed, wondering why he was suddenly so
afraid of death.
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